Elliot (The Short One)'s Chronicles Apr 27, 2015 0:20:15 GMT -8
Post by MrBoJangles on Apr 27, 2015 0:20:15 GMT -8
Jerikhan Nonas, Firstmoon
I have made it to Axiems! And I am safe, you and mother can rest easy now. I was fearful that the excitement of the journey here would fade once i reached town, but i was proven wrong. Reaching my destination has proven to not dull the thrill of it all in the slightest! I can't wait to learn more about this place, and meet all these new faces, my fellow adventurers, that I am staying with. (And thought camping was rather fun, I am glad to have a bed again.)
I have also learned that snow is more heavy and wet than it would seem, and it tends to cling to your boots like mud and drag you down like an iron weight. So far, my only complaint about the stuff.
(Although I may have fallen into deceivingly deep pockets of snow more times than I would like to admit. Once I got up as far as my neck, but not to worry, Ellion was kind enough to help me out. But not before I got to watch the largest deer I've ever seen pass by! Kagan says the massive creature is called a Moose, and that they are common here. He also says that I was most fortunate, as they can be more dangerous than bears. Next time I see one I will be sure to sketch a picture to send to you.)
So far I have met only a few of the town's leaders during meetings with our party, but the situation seems clear, and the threat of Dagdeoth pressing. However I am not deterred in the slightest! I shall begin what I came here to do, and do what I can to help the people here. (And maybe send a few Dagdean rascals running back across the border, if all goes well.)
The march north has left me eager for a bit of battle!
Mysteries seem to abound here as well, first with this strange dark forest, among other things. Gah! I can't decide what to do first, too many things to choose from, and I can't sit still. This chill air leaves me feeling electrified! I love it.
I hope all is well back home, that you are well, and that hopefully somebody is remembering to give Parson his apple, because you know he'll be cranky without one. (He bit a stable-hand the week before I left, cheeky old lug…)
Love, luck, and best wishes,